A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson on life, moon, snow, stars, and winter

Up and away for life! be fleet!-The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,Curdles the blood to the marble bones,Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,And hems in life with narrowing fence.Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,-The punctual stars will vigil keep,-Embalmed by purifying cold;The winds shall sing their dead-march old,The snow is no ignoble shroud,The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.